Grr is right! We have one of these in Berkeley, too, and it’s an effing joke. My first visit was crazydelicious, but I just happened to order the best thing on the menu. I’ve been back three times, and each visit was worse than the one before. On my last visit, I sat in one place for half an hour, periodically visited by different servers, who would glance over and say “Oh! Is someone helping you?” When someone (different) finally brought my food, a) it tasted like cardboard, and b) they never did bring my coffee. Meanwhile, I kept noticing that all the servers were hanging all over each other, smooching and cooing. Another half hour passed after I’d finished my meal and, never being visited by another server with the bill, decided to walk out and never go back.
I’m not big on raw food anyway.
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